“Who are you?” cried the peacocks scornfully.
“Do you not see that I am a peacock?” answered the crow. “Look at my fine feathers.”
“Fine feathers, indeed! We threw those old feathers away long ago. You are no peacock. Yon are just an old black crow.”
Then the peacocks fell upon the old crow, and pulled off all his fine feathers.
They tore out many of his own feathers, too.
The foolish crow was a sight!
He crept back to his old friends.